| Psychotherapy.
| | As always I could taste the bitterness of your words.... | | Words: | 145 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| Old light
| | Our nights began when I started dipping in and out of words... | | Words: | 121 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| glass wings
| | I'm in love with your hipbones because... | | Words: | 96 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| Winter warmth.
| | I've come to realize that you don't hang on my words,... | | Words: | 44 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| Voices
| | You are the question that I ask myself before I fall asleep... | | Words: | 113 | | Comments: | 8 | | Status: | Public |
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| Scrap metal
| | With a pen lacking heart and a paper short of lines, I sketch your words in images over and over... | | Words: | 204 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Epitaph.
| | My bones... | | Words: | 100 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Gemini.
| | I lie... | | Words: | 176 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Ex factor.
| | Laced up,... | | Words: | 47 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Frost.
| | Maybe there is a method to this madness.... | | Words: | 82 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| Icarus
| | Bite down,... | | Words: | 68 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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